For two weeks of the year the Literati grace the streets of my local town. In their patched tweed jackets and pashminas they hob nob in the posh restaurants and hotel bars that simple local folk like me can’t afford to go in.
Except every now and then my simple posse of yarn bombers crashes one of these posh establishments to plan or finish our latest project. We have made the Montpellier Chapter our yarn bombing headquarters, partly for it’s proximity to our recent targets, and partly because during whatever generic international football that was on in the summer, the Chapter was the only bar which didn’t have a TV and hoards of disappointed fans. It certainly isn’t because they charge £3 for a pot of tea. Though the homemade shortbread biscuit does help a little.
On Tuesday night we once again decamped there with our voluminous bags of yarn. To their credit the waiters and waitresses have never commented on our escapades, though they can’t hide the bemused looks. As per usual we were massively disorganised and all still furiously finishing our yarn bomb creations.
This time there was a literary theme, all the yarn bombs represented books. We attached to them all a quote from the book and a link to our Facebook page.
There were loads of them, and today DH and I finally made it into town to get proper daylight photos (most of my yarn bombing photos are taken in the dark!). Here are a selection for you:
There were more including a cross for the Bible, a very random triffid, a Secret Garden and a wedding ring for Jane Eyre (Reader, I married him.)
I hope everyone at the festival enjoys our little creations, soggy as they are likely to be by now. Even if you can’t get along to the Literature Festival, remember this: